Lenuta Ciulei Quotes & Sayings

I pictured a girl who made every moment, everything she touched, and everyone around her feel lighter and sweeter.
"I pictured you," he said. "I just didn't know what you looked like.
"And then, when I did know what you looked like, you looked like the girl who was all those things. You looked like the girl I loved. — Rainbow Rowell

I tried some more. It was tasting better. I was feeling better. "This stuff belongs to your father, Baldy. I shouldn't drink it all." "He doesn't care. He's stopped drinking." Never had I felt so good. It was better than masturbating. I went from barrel to barrel. It was magic. Why hadn't someone told me? With this, life was great, a man was perfect, nothing could touch him. I stood up straight and looked at Baldy. "Where's your mother? I'm going to fuck your mother! — Charles Bukowski

I suddenly discovered the delight of rebellion. — Jack Kerouac

without having to consider to what class they belonged. They all belonged to human race which without his thinking about it, all appeared
dear to Olenin and they all treated him in a friendly manner way. — Leo Tolstoy

A lot of stand-up comedy is embarrassing: too many idiots doing it in orange neckties against brick walls. I find most sitcoms embarrassing, too, because they seem so forced. — Tracey Ullman

Do not trust financial market risk models. Despite the predilection of some analysts to model the financial markets using sophisticated mathematics, the markets are governed by behavioral science, not physical science. — Seth Klarman

The American nuclear family made America great, but few are now defending it against forces determined to destroy it. If America continues to have many immigrants with different family types, we are less likely to maintain American values of personal freedom, individualism, and limited government. — Phyllis Schlafly

I'm surprised when I walk right into yet another abandoned hunters' camp. Tattered plastic sheeting still hangs askew here and there. Blackened aerosol cans of Cheez Whiz sit in the fire pit, which sits in the middle of the trail. Assorted Styro-ware. Rotten leather boots. Where are these people? Are they back in civilization now, appearing to all observers to be as normal as pie, but inwardly ticking like time bombs and spreading their hot poisonous seed through the world like black-breathed plague? — Rick Bass